The holidays are over (for us, anyway), the Potski family are back in Moscow, and Boys #1 and #2 are back in school which, after 9 weeks with them 24/7 is - I have to admit - a bit of relief.
It's not that I don't enjoy spending time with my children, you understand.
Just that it's quite nice have a bit of time myself.
I have a long list of stuff I need to get sorted, not least of which is editing Draft #1 of The Great Work*, and which I have promised myself I will have finished by the end of September. There's other stuff happening too; planning for the future, putting the pieces in place to make that future possible, and of course, losing the holiday weight.
I know, I know. You're supposed to lose weight over the summer months, not gain it, but put yourself in my shoes; I live in Moscow. 7 weeks of being away from Russia and the somewhat limited treats available here and then, come the end of June, being thrown into a life where suddenly fresh French bread and croissants are on the table every day for breakfast, delicious Dutch deep fried treats are available as appetisers to accompany all that gorgeous and reasonably priced wine back in the EU, not to mention un-fettered access to Green & Black's salted milk chocolate when we were in the UK... It was never going to end well, was it?
*Not its' real title, obv...
It's not that I don't enjoy spending time with my children, you understand.
Just that it's quite nice have a bit of time myself.
I have a long list of stuff I need to get sorted, not least of which is editing Draft #1 of The Great Work*, and which I have promised myself I will have finished by the end of September. There's other stuff happening too; planning for the future, putting the pieces in place to make that future possible, and of course, losing the holiday weight.
I know, I know. You're supposed to lose weight over the summer months, not gain it, but put yourself in my shoes; I live in Moscow. 7 weeks of being away from Russia and the somewhat limited treats available here and then, come the end of June, being thrown into a life where suddenly fresh French bread and croissants are on the table every day for breakfast, delicious Dutch deep fried treats are available as appetisers to accompany all that gorgeous and reasonably priced wine back in the EU, not to mention un-fettered access to Green & Black's salted milk chocolate when we were in the UK... It was never going to end well, was it?
*Not its' real title, obv...
